Manifest

I’m luckily good at something, just manifesting.

I have a blue house, gated in gold to attract respect.

A green farm, I call home; with crickets at night.

Watching the moonlight, shining bright.

Sipping a cup of wine, gold and sparkling.

In a hammock, feeling the sea breeze.

I thought I’m at the mountain, but this sounds an ocean.

I gotta wake up, I think I’m half asleep, dreaming.

Published by Meu